tough on toys

The other boy gave him something to think about and while thinking Wendigo held the bird out so he could look at it. He could put it in her bed but he thought she might be rather unimpressed with that since he liked to sleep with his toys already and had a plethora of them all over the place, including, probably, her bed. None of them were exactly like this one but some were close.

"No," he said slowly. "I think she'd just be mad I left my toys out." Wendigo thought about it some more and then said, "I dunno. Maybe fly him into the lava? I think he would like it." Assuming he could find lava. It was hit or miss. Sometimes there was a big red hot mountain of the stuff and other times none at all or a sad little trickle.